Fang Yun and Zhao Hongzhuang came to the second table. Zhao Hongzhuang introduced the six people at the table to Fang Yun.
"This is the Right Prime Minister, Cao Dean." Zhao Hongzhuang gestured to Fang Yun.
Fang Yun looked over. It was an old man with three strands of beard. He was slightly plump and had an amiable smile.
There were four prime ministers in a country: the Left Prime Minister, the Right Prime Minister, the Assistant Prime Minister, and the Minister of Culture. Cao Dean's position was second only to the Left Prime Minister, Mount Liu. Among the hundreds of officials in Jingguo, he was second only to the Left Prime Minister.
He was famous for being a good person. He was in charge of the Ministry of Revenue and the Ministry of Works. On the surface, he looked ordinary. He did not care about the words and deeds of the Left Prime Minister. Some radical scholars called him the "Clay Prime Minister Cao."
Fang Yun was not one of those hot-blooded scholars. He had analyzed the situation in Jingguo. This person was in charge of the Ministry of Revenue, which meant that he was in charge of the money of Jingguo. If it was not for this person secretly keeping the Left Prime Minister, Mount Liu, in check, the Empress Dowager would not be able to compete with Mount Liu.
"Student Fang Yun greets the Grand Secretary Cao." Fang Yun greeted him with the attitude of a junior instead of an official. This showed that he was closer and more respectful. He was not like the group of people who looked down on this meritorious official who had endured humiliation.
Cao Dean laughed and said, "You are indeed the best scholar in the world. Seeing you today, you live up to your reputation! You did not lower your own people's prestige in front of the people of Wu Guo. Good! "
At first, Fang Yun felt strange. This "Clay Prime Minister Cao" did not seem like such a straightforward person. After thinking about it, he realized that this was the Chen family. Cao Dean was doing this to show the people of the Chen family that he was loyal to Jingguo.
Zhao Hongzhuang introduced another scholar, "This is Scholar Yueqing of the Assistant Minister's Office."
"This subordinate greets Lord Si." Fang Yun cupped his hands in greeting. The smile on his face was much fainter than before.
This Assistant Minister, Si Yueqing, was younger than Cao Dean. He had a head of black hair and an eye-catching mustache below his nose. No matter how one looked at him, he looked like a sanctimonious old man.
This person's nickname was the same as' Clay Sculpture Cao You Prime Minister ', and was ridiculed as' Paper Paste Si Fu Xiang '. However, Si Yueqing was even more controversial than Cao Dean. It wasn't just because he was servile in front of Left Prime Minister Mount Liu. Furthermore, because his name "Si Yueqing" was misinterpreted as "Si Yueqing" or "Si Gyeongo", it attracted a lot of laughter and angry curses.
Si Yueqing said seriously, "Marquis Fang Wen is loyal to the country and saved Jingguo Literary Name from disaster. You are the role model of all the officials. Please accept my respect." After saying this, he really bent down and bowed.
Fang Yun noticed that the people around him were indifferent. Zhao Hongzhuang directly rolled her eyes at the sky. Thus, he thought to himself that this was Assistant Minister Si Yueqing's specialty. No matter who he was with, he was serious. However, when he did things, he was incomparably despicable.
"Scholar Si is too polite." Fang Yun said.
After that, Zhao Hongzhuang introduced the others one by one, and then they all sat down.
Zhao Hongzhuang smiled and said, "The wedding banquet hasn't started yet, so I can't propose a toast. I will use tea in place of wine to propose a toast to Fang Yun to thank him. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to sit here."
Another scholar from the Ministry of Rites, Minister Mao, said, "Fang Yun, don't leave today. I have a lot of questions to ask you."
Cao Dean smiled and said, "Not only you, but everyone in Jingguo has a lot of questions to ask Fang Yun. I really envy Wenying. If I had known that I could meet such a genius in Jiangzhou, I wouldn't have become the Right Prime Minister. I would have just sat in the Great Yuan Mansion and waited for the genius to come out. "
The people around the four tables laughed and said that they had questions to ask Fang Yun.
Fang Yun secretly observed and found that the officials in the capital were different from those in Jiangzhou. The officials in Jiangzhou were naturally close to him and constantly flattered him, but the officials in the capital were much more generous. They also acknowledged his status and identity, but their attitudes were different.
They were a little distant, but more of a gentleman's friendship was as indifferent as water. Just like Li Wenying, they praised him, but they didn't overdo it.
Not long after, a servant wearing a red silk belt ran out. He whispered, "Madam Dowager is here."
Clatter …
Everyone stood up. The people in the courtyard didn't know what was going on. But when they saw the people in the room stand up, they also stood up.
Not long after, two maids wearing red fish costumes walked out from the door on the right. The two maids each held a jade ruyi and lifted the curtain.
An old woman with a head full of silver hair sat on a mechanical chair. Under the push of a strong scholar, she slowly drove into the main hall.
Fang Yun looked at the old woman. She was on the verge of death. Her breathing was very slow, and her hands and face were full of age spots. She seemed to be in a coma.
"Grandma, I'm here to pay my respects to you." The head of the Chen family, Chen Mingding, immediately knelt in front of the old woman and reached out to hold her hand with a smile on his face. He was clearly an old man in his eighties, but his expression was similar to a child's.
Fang Yun's respect for Chen Mingding grew. Not to mention the fact that a great scholar like Chen Mingding had knelt down so cleanly in front of so many people, just the fact that he still had such a child-like feeling at such an old age was enough to move people.
It was inconvenient for the others to kneel, so they all lowered their heads slightly.
"En." Dowager Chen lightly snorted. She opened her eyes and looked at Chen Mingding in confusion. A heavy smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and then she closed her eyes.
At this time, the sound of firecrackers came from the street outside the Chen mansion.
Chen Mingding waved his hand to isolate the sound outside. Then he said, "Grandma, Jing 'er has already brought the bride back. Please wait a moment. They will immediately perform the ceremony in front of you."
"En …" Dowager Chen didn't even blink this time.
Chen Mingding stood up and said, "Everyone, please sit down. I will go and welcome the bride and groom."
Fang Yun and the others sat down and whispered, afraid to disturb Dowager Chen.
Not long after, they saw a group of people coming from the gate of the courtyard. They immediately stood up.
Fang Yun looked up and saw the groom and the bride slowly walk in. Both of them were wearing red clothes, and the bride was wearing a big red veil on her head. There were many people behind them. Some were playing suona, and some were clapping cymbals. They were laughing and playing music.
Fang Yun looked at the newlyweds with a smile.
When the bride and groom were about to enter the gate, the scholar behind Dowager Chen suddenly whispered, "Madam Dowager? Madam Dowager, what's wrong with you? "
Everyone hurriedly looked at Dowager Chen. They saw that her head was tilted to one side, and her hands were turned outward, hanging on her knees.
A strong wind blew, and a figure in purple flew from the gate to Dowager Chen almost in the blink of an eye.
"Grandma! Grandma! "Chen Mingding called softly, and his voice was full of anxiety.
After calling several times, Chen Mingding felt Dowager Chen's pulse with his trembling hands. He quickly let go and felt her pulse again. After more than ten times, he completely let go of Dowager Chen's hand and slowly stood up.
Chen Mingding's face was just a little gloomier than usual. He looked around and said slowly, "Grandma wanted to see Jing 'er get married before she died. The interruption of the wedding not only made her unhappy, but also violated the etiquette. Jing 'er and the bride will get married in front of her and fulfill her last wish. "
"That's right." Everyone echoed.
Fang Yun and Zhao Hongzhuang looked at each other and saw the helplessness in each other's eyes. It was supposed to be a big day, but someone died. It made them feel awkward.
The atmosphere in the Chen Mansion was a little strange.
Zhang Hu, the Grand Scholar, could only brace himself to host the wedding.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
